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Ana Cristina Alvarez

In St. Louis, I used to hit Wiffle balls with my dad’s prosthetic leg.He had several, but this
was the prosthetic leg he hated most because it didn’t look like a real
leg. There were no bumps or indents indicating toes, no plastic toenails
where toenails should be. Just a leg that curled into something
brick-like resembling a foot.He preferred to wear a
prosthetic leg that looked like a real leg attached to a real foot,
though he always wore tennis shoes, and he always wore jeans.You wouldn’t know he had one leg unless you asked.

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Ana Cristina Alvarez attends the University of North Carolina Wilmington, where she is pursuing an MFA in fiction. She bakes one hell of a flan.